ForbiddentoSeduce (2 page)

Ryan felt the blood leave his body as he spun around to face
her, a vision in heels, uttering words from her sweet mouth that gave him a
gigantic erection all over again.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“Sonia Guard? Remember her? Your onetime girlfriend?”

Did she seriously expect him to remember another woman when
she was standing in front of him, erotic words spilling from that sweet mouth
of hers? “I can’t remember who she is.”

“We spent a weekend at the cabin, five years ago. You and
Bill were given some time off by the agency and—”

“I remember that weekend, Leah.” He shook his head. “You had
to study—you had a big exam that week. You were eighteen, your first year
varsity.”

“You remember all that but you can’t remember the girl who
called you her god?”

And then his memory dawned. Yes, there was a girl, there
were always plenty. Even though he couldn’t make out her face in his memory
bank, she was there. And the only reason he could even summon up her presence
was because of something that had happened. “That was you?”

He was stunned. Normally he was an ace when it came to
perception, his senses always on super alert, but they had been drinking hard,
glad for the chance not to be vigilant or killing targets for one crazy
terrorist or another. He had felt someone watching him with Sonia. In his
subconscious he had felt Leah’s presence, but in his mind he couldn’t be sure.

“Shit,” he said softly. “Leah…” Damn he was sure he was up
to his balls in the woman’s ass. He swore again, quietly, as she came to him
and pressed her body to his.

“Ryan.” She breathed against his mouth, her little tongue
running across his lips, making him grunt involuntarily. She pressed her palm
to his cock and he shuddered. When she began to stroke his jeans-covered
arousal, he gripped her wrist and took her hand away. “I want you to do that to
me. Please, Ryan.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m going to leave—” He
turned again.

“Don’t go. Please, turn around and look at me, Ryan, and
then tell me you don’t want me.”

Didn’t want her? Was she crazy? He wanted her hard, long,
everywhere. He wanted her to suck him and he wanted to watch her eyes when he
came in her mouth. He wanted to suck her pussy until her own cum streamed down
his chin. He wanted to fuck her until even she didn’t know where she ended and
he started. And he wanted to fuck that tight ass of hers until she cried in
pleasure.

And at the same time he didn’t want to taint her with his
dark touch. She was Leah Jenkins. She was sweet, innocent, sunshine on a cold
day. She needed someone gentle, someone inhibited and someone who wouldn’t
spoil her delicate body or bruise her lovely skin, like he would because
nothing could compare to seeing his mark on her. But she needed someone Bill
would approve of. Someone who was anybody—but him.

“Leah,” he said. He turned around, meaning to let her down
gently. Sweet, innocent, sunshine…gone. She was a blazing-hot, forbidden
goddess in all her exposed loveliness. Her dress lay pooled on the floor next
to her, and slowly his eyes grazed over her. The farther up her body he got,
the larger his cock grew.

“Ah fuck, Leah.” He ran a hand through his hair.

“Please want me,” she begged. Her tear-stained cheeks
glistened. Her eyes glittered a sexy but vulnerable gold.

“Leah, baby, I don’t deserve you.”

“It’s okay. I can handle anything you give me, just give it
to me, Ryan, please.” She stood there sexy as hell, but trembling and helpless.

“God, you’re so beautiful, so…so untouchable to me.”

“I want you, Ryan. Inside me.”

God help, she was going to kill him. Unless… Scare tactics.
He’d scare her away. In a flash he was at her, felt a deep satisfaction when
she jumped. “You want me to fuck you?”

She stood her ground, her long legs apart. “Yes.”

“I don’t think you could handle me fucking you, Leah. And do
you know why?”

“No, Ryan, why?” she asked softly.

“Because I would fuck you so hard you would scream for me to
stop—”

“No.” She shook her head.

He inhaled sharply. “You think you’d scream for more? You
think you’d scream for more when I prop open your mouth with my giant cock and
fuck those sweet lips of yours so hard you won’t be able to close your mouth
for a week? You think you’d scream for more when I suck out all your pussy
juices while I stick my fist up into you? When I ground you into the floor with
my cock until you can’t breathe, can’t move? Until you feel as if I’ve
suffocated you because your pussy is so fucking tight? You think you’d scream
for more then?” He expected to see her register his warnings, watch her eyes
grow wide as one by one his threats sank in and cataloged and soon she would be
begging him to leave.

“Yes.” She looked him straight in the eye.

“Yeah?” Had she even heard what he said?

“Yeah,” she shot back.

“And when I plug that tightly closed ass of yours with my
cock, Leah, going right in—hard, fast and deep, and then fucking it while
you’re on your hands and knees, and you wouldn’t be able to sit for a month,
would you scream for more?” That should definitely have her throwing him out of
her house. She was a good girl, he knew that.

“I’ve watched porn before, Ryan, so I know things. I can
take anything you want to do to me.”

She watched porn? Bloody hell. The thought turned him on and
at the same time made him want to erase every sight she’d seen. How could he
protect her when he wanted her so hard and so bad, she shouldn’t allow him near
her at all?

“I’m wearing something that’s called the Midnight Rose, and
it says you can take me any way you want me. There isn’t anything I won’t allow
you to do to me.”

“Fucking hell.” He exploded and grabbed her, slamming her
against a wall, his body grinding into hers.

“You want me to do all those things to you?”

“Yes.” Confidence laced her voice now.

“I said all that because I want you to change your mind. I
wanted you to throw me out.” He squeezed her arms. She melted against him and
his mind went blank as he inhaled her scent.

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep.”

“Ah, Leah.”

There was no confusion or fear, not even the slightest bit
in her eyes or he would have taken it and manipulated her with it until he got
what he wanted, which was her begging him to leave.

“Touch me.” She reached for his hand and placed it between
her legs. Heat scorched his palm. And wetness. Fuck, she was wet and he could
feel her pussy lips, hardly protected by the scrap of fabric she wore. She
opened her legs wider, maneuvering his fingers against her hot flesh. His
finger slipped inside her, she was so wet. She gasped and swayed her body,
inching him farther inside her. “Deeper.” Her lips quivered. He tangled his
hand in her hair, an iron grasp that pulled her closer and pushed her away.

“I can’t,” he whispered against her hair, the harshness of
his breath softened in the fragrance of her hair. She pulled back to look up at
him. Shimmering tears rolled down her face, contrasting with the sweet smile
playing at her lips. She cupped his cheek with her other hand, her fingertips
featherlight against his stubble.

“This isn’t only about sex, Ryan. This is about my life. I’m
a virgin. I’ve stayed a virgin for you. I couldn’t bear the thought of another
man touching me except you, Ryan. I can’t go on living without knowing your
touch and feeling your heart beat next to mine. Please.”

Ryan stumbled away from her as if she hit him with an
iceberg. He wasn’t allowed to love her yet that didn’t stop him from loving
her. But hearing her say those words to him changed everything. She was still a
virgin?

He didn’t look back as he shut the door behind him, leaving
her standing there, trembling. Once out in the night air, he dragged his hand
through his hair, pulling at the roots as he walked to his car. She was still a
virgin, for him? Fuck, did he forget who she really was? Bill’s baby sister.
Bill had done nothing but keep his end of the pact when it came to Raelene.
Which meant Ryan had to do the same. He wondered how he didn’t die when he left
her, the silk of her pussy still on his fingers, the scent of her body on his
clothes, and his heart punctured in a million pieces. Touching her had been the
worst thing he could have done, because now he knew how she felt about him. His
hand shook as he reached out to open his car door. She had saved herself for
him and only him.

She had put herself out there with Ryan. Had asked him to do
things to her body. Blood sped to Leah’s cheeks. Had she really said all those
things to him? Then she had told him she was still a virgin and he walked out
of her house the instant she had said it. What a fool she’d made of herself.
Her legs wobbled as she walked to the door and locked it as if she were locking
in her shame. The one time she decided to do something rash and impulsive,
something that she wanted for herself, it crumbled before her eyes in gigantic
proportions of disaster.

Silent tears dripped down the side of her face as she
treaded down the passage of her house to her bedroom. Her life was so not a
romantic movie with a happy ever after she could critique and give five stellar
hearts. Now her life was a perfect candidate for a Razzie award. Poor Leah
Jenkins, she had taken on a much-too-big role in seducing Ryan Redford and
failed spectacularly. Can anyone say B-grade? Argh.

She could never face Ryan now. She’d rather die a million
times over. But she guessed she needn’t have to work hard to avoid him. He
wouldn’t want to face her maybe more than it was the other way around. How had
she messed it up so badly? She’d been better off having a secret love affair
with him in her dreams than to have tried to make it a reality. She glanced at
the petals strewn on her bed, the sensual candles waiting to be lit. The
perfect scene for seduction she had spent hours creating shamed her now. And
that stupid outfit she wore? What was she thinking? She started to rip at it,
desperate to take it off so she could burn the evidence of her embarrassment.

“Leah.”

She spun around, one high heel still in her hand. Gooseflesh
erupted over her skin, the sight of him knocking her off her axis just as he
had always done. What was wrong with her? She needed to get over him. He didn’t
want some whimpering virgin.

“How did you get in?” she asked. He filled the doorway to
her room. God, did he have to look so big and intimidating and yet so deeply
rugged, strong and sexy at the same time? Would she ever get over him?

“Come on, Leah. I’m a soldier.” He sauntered toward her,
lazily, sexily and she knew she’d never get over him. Not ever. “I wanted to
say I’m sorry…”

Leah didn’t allow him to finish. He was sorry? He came back
to apologize? The last thing she wanted from him was his pity. He wasn’t going
to get to stand there and tell her he was sorry and that she was all wrong for
him, that it would never work for them, that he didn’t want to fuck her because
well she was still a virgin. Did he use the fact of her being Bill’s sister as
an excuse not to touch her? Well, she got the message loud and brutally clear
when he walked out of her house after she had draped herself at his feet. She
didn’t need an encore. Damn him. Didn’t he humiliate her enough? Fury blended
with her indignity. She flung her sharp-heeled sandal at him.

“Leah.”

“Get out.” By now whatever she could lay her hands on she
flung his way. “Stay away from me. I don’t want to hear how sincerely sorry you
are. Or that it’s okay, it’s just a little crush I have on you, it will go
away.” After numerous brushes, bottles of lotion and vases hurled his way, she
had run out of objects to sling at him and was blindly reaching for anything to
stall him from delivering his sympathy speech. Too late she registered what she
threw at him. Where he expertly avoided her stream of scented creams and
grooming instruments, this one he caught in midair and grinned.

“I’ve never had a vibrator thrown at me before.” He held it
between the tips of his index fingers.

She wanted to die, right there, but since she had no such
luck, she looked him straight in the eye and resorted to begging.

“Please, Ryan. Please leave. I just want to forget this
whole thing. Please.” Rivers of tears tickled her cheeks.

“Ah Leah.” She had barely blinked away a new flood of tears
from her eyes before he stood before her. She stopped breathing as he swung his
arm around her waist and pulled her into him, his mouth crushing down on hers.
She balled her fists against his chest, meekly pushing him away. What was he
doing? But then he coaxed her lips to part and slipped his tongue inside and
her whole body melted. Somewhere her subconscious labeled her pathetic. She
ignored the insult, she just didn’t have enough pride when it came to Ryan and
she was okay with that. If he was touching her out of pity, she was okay with
that too.

Ryan’s heart levitated in his chest, then splintered apart
and left him weak. She had curled her arms around his shoulders, her fingers
into his hair. Where their skin touched became an isolated area, so pronounced
in his mind and his body, it became sacred. She touched her tongue with his and
he groaned as if he had never kissed a woman before. He bent and picked her up
and carried her to the bed where he tossed her onto the silk covers and watched
as red petals floated into the air and then settled around her. Stunning. So
fucking stunning. He had to have her, right that instant. Instead he stood at
the end of the bed, rubbing at his jaw with increasing frustration.

His cock throbbed at the sight of her luscious near-naked
body, her breathing hard and intense. She raised herself on her elbows and
watched him. God help him, he couldn’t walk away from her, not now, not ever.
Bill would curse him to hell, but nothing could make him stop. Bill, dammit,
Bill. He’d die for his friend, be tortured to death before he gave his friend
up, and yet he couldn’t keep his hands off his baby sister. Was he that weak?
She lowered herself back onto the bed and opened her legs.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The fragment of fabric pretending to be panties but which
were in actual fact just string parted her glistening folds. How deep did her
wetness go, how far would she let him in? He needed to know the answer to that
more than he needed to know the answer to life.

“Send me home, Leah.” One final plea. For Bill’s sake.

She didn’t answer. Instead her hand slid down her flat
abdomen to between her legs. Before his next breath, he was on her. Chucking
her hand away. He wanted to be the first to feel her.

He untied the bows at her hips and her panties came apart.
He pulled the string from under her and daring her to look at him, ran his
tongue over the wet thread and tasted her lovely cream before he tossed it
aside and lowered himself between her legs. She was so wet her pussy lips were
plastered together. He parted them and slipped one finger into her, turning it
slowly, in and out. Silky fluid coated his digit. Her eyes glazed, her breasts
heaved as he teased her entrance, not going as deep as she wanted.

He settled himself between her thighs and inhaled the scent
of her pussy before he opened his mouth on her and engulfed the swollen folds
of her fragrant sex, swallowing her sweet dewiness as it seeped from her. She
squirmed and writhed on the bed, moving away from his mouth. He gripped her ass
and kept her still, taking the whole of her into his mouth where he sucked deep
and long and ignored her whimpering and efforts to get away.

She was killing him. His cock felt as if it were being
strangled in his jeans. He wanted her with the urgency of a man dying to
replace his tongue with his cock where he could fuck her until he fell over the
edge and never returned. He took her clit between his teeth and flicked his
tongue over it. One finger slid up inside her again, another touched the rim of
her ass as she shuddered and convulsed. She came, shattering, crying his name
over and over again and he had never felt or seen anything as beautiful in his
life before.

He had to be inside her. Feel her contractions around his
cock and prove someone as lovely as she did exist. He released her and rose
over her body. Her legs fell farther apart to accommodate one of his thighs.
She rubbed her pussy against his muscle, her damp heat soaked through the denim
and he felt it on his skin and roared. Her nipples had escaped the bits of her
bra. He swallowed a tender and engorged peak into his mouth and died one more
little death. She was heat and sweetness, a taste so addictive he suckled her
nipple deeper and deeper into his mouth, harder and harder.

“The other one, Ryan,” she said, her hands in his hair,
directing him to her other breast. Using his teeth he unwrapped her from that
damn sexy bra. Heavy, full-rounded breasts spilled out.

“Ryan,” she gasped when he bit her then laved her with his
tongue. He kissed his way up her throat, to her jaw, her cheeks, her eyes, her
eyebrows. And knew after this nothing would be the same for him.